things! + fic - the same old story - killjoys verse - gen
1) Last Monday, I told aredblush that obviously the only way to really celebrate Danger Days coming out was with, will art. (Art is the weapon!) And she drew me killjoys! So amazing, guys! So amazing!
2) In exchange, she asked for the killjoys from the girl's POV. So this happened:
The Same Old Story - Killjoys - gen - 405 words
They all tell her the story differently.
Kobra tells it he's repeating the weather report. No, like other people are reading the weather report. Like those in Battery City say it, bored and lacking. She sits with her hands on her knees and her feet tucked under her. He slouches, and she was taught to never do that, but she was taught a lot of things, and none of them were the truth until now.
Fun tells it with long drawn out pauses and voices as spooky as he can make them. He gets quiet--barely even whispering--then suddenly shouts. He pokes her in the side randomly. He makes her jump and laugh and be too loud, and later, when she can't sleep and it's his turn to keep watch, he pins a button on her coat for luck. He teaches her how to shoot a gun, and sometimes, when dawn is crawling up and the dust is covering their boots, his mouth twists down and she holds onto his hand so he won't be afraid.
Jet teaches her to hack the machines. He teaches her to read maps, and tell directions, and how to know when she's still got too far too go to stop. The last one is a trick, because the answer is always, and she can never stop. When he's telling the story, he's telling her why. Jet tells it like an explanation, and a reason--like something that will give her purpose. He pretends that the letters she sends to her mom will get there someday, and they both know it's the biggest lie he's ever told.
Party--Gerard, he says, like real names aren't secrets and passwords and ways to tell the truth--he always starts it with once upon a time. He tells the story like a fairytale, like something far, far away and long, long ago. She wears his mask and he spins tales into something grand and wonderful, like daydreams of princes and happily ever after, and things she can barely remember now. He kisses her forehead, like her mother used to, and the way it echoes inside her makes her think she's probably empty. "Girl," he says, when she starts to cry behind the mask, "Girl, one day, you're gonna fall in love."
It doesn't matter how it's told, not really, it's always the same story. It's always hers, and it's always the truth.
3) A few days ago gyzym and I were talking about an Oregon Trail AU, because we crack ourselves up. And because Inception is possible! aredblush just DREW IT AND IT IS GLORIOUS AND YOU SHOULD ALL GO LOOK AND ADOOORE HER BASICALLY, OKAY
4) UM TO THE AWESOME PERSON WHO HAS BEEN STUCK WITH ME FOR YULETIDE: I fail at letters, so, so, let me just say, I enjoy happy things, banter, pining, banter, seeing how two people are with each other, banter, friendship, banter, cuddling, banter, and even ridiculous AUs. You should feel no obligation to follow my optional details, and write something you like. I'm sure it will be fantastic. Happy writing, and thank you so much!
5) Speaking of cuddling, a poll!
Poll
2) In exchange, she asked for the killjoys from the girl's POV. So this happened:
The Same Old Story - Killjoys - gen - 405 words
They all tell her the story differently.
Kobra tells it he's repeating the weather report. No, like other people are reading the weather report. Like those in Battery City say it, bored and lacking. She sits with her hands on her knees and her feet tucked under her. He slouches, and she was taught to never do that, but she was taught a lot of things, and none of them were the truth until now.
Fun tells it with long drawn out pauses and voices as spooky as he can make them. He gets quiet--barely even whispering--then suddenly shouts. He pokes her in the side randomly. He makes her jump and laugh and be too loud, and later, when she can't sleep and it's his turn to keep watch, he pins a button on her coat for luck. He teaches her how to shoot a gun, and sometimes, when dawn is crawling up and the dust is covering their boots, his mouth twists down and she holds onto his hand so he won't be afraid.
Jet teaches her to hack the machines. He teaches her to read maps, and tell directions, and how to know when she's still got too far too go to stop. The last one is a trick, because the answer is always, and she can never stop. When he's telling the story, he's telling her why. Jet tells it like an explanation, and a reason--like something that will give her purpose. He pretends that the letters she sends to her mom will get there someday, and they both know it's the biggest lie he's ever told.
Party--Gerard, he says, like real names aren't secrets and passwords and ways to tell the truth--he always starts it with once upon a time. He tells the story like a fairytale, like something far, far away and long, long ago. She wears his mask and he spins tales into something grand and wonderful, like daydreams of princes and happily ever after, and things she can barely remember now. He kisses her forehead, like her mother used to, and the way it echoes inside her makes her think she's probably empty. "Girl," he says, when she starts to cry behind the mask, "Girl, one day, you're gonna fall in love."
It doesn't matter how it's told, not really, it's always the same story. It's always hers, and it's always the truth.
3) A few days ago gyzym and I were talking about an Oregon Trail AU, because we crack ourselves up. And because Inception is possible! aredblush just DREW IT AND IT IS GLORIOUS AND YOU SHOULD ALL GO LOOK AND ADOOORE HER BASICALLY, OKAY
4) UM TO THE AWESOME PERSON WHO HAS BEEN STUCK WITH ME FOR YULETIDE: I fail at letters, so, so, let me just say, I enjoy happy things, banter, pining, banter, seeing how two people are with each other, banter, friendship, banter, cuddling, banter, and even ridiculous AUs. You should feel no obligation to follow my optional details, and write something you like. I'm sure it will be fantastic. Happy writing, and thank you so much!
5) Speaking of cuddling, a poll!
Poll